Layla Fan doesn't go by Li Hua, kthx. (happydazed) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-10-09 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | october 2010 |
the escape attempt.
Who: Layla Fan and OTA! :)
What: Layla has an unsavory suitor one night at Pearson's Pub and decides to involve a stranger in order to get rid of them.
When: [Forward-dated.] Saturday night (October 16)
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: None!
Most mothers tried to raise their daughters right and teach them the values that they so earnestly aspired to themselves. A lot of girls were taught to be confident and assured; proud and intelligent; charming and sassy; fashionable and friendly. Li Hua Fan had mastered all of these tasks at an early age, but rather than make her mother proud, it had only invited her anger. Hell hath no fury like a traditional Chinese mother. The matriarch of the Fan family had no tolerance for Layla's sexually-charged aura and the way she carried herself, so obvious and so loud and so confident, held none of the demure humility she had managed to teach to her first daughter. And although mother and daughter loved each other very much, the fights had taken a more heated turn as of late, and this Saturday night was one of the worst.
Layla had shut herself in her room for a good hour after the last debacle, which had ended with her mother wailing and her sister having to intervene. Not on at all. But Layla refused to let her mother have her way. Being demure was fine and all, but Layla had never been the kind of person to let anyone stand in her way, and while her father entertained her attitude with gifts and a limitless allowance, her mother's lack of understanding was making Layla like her less and less every passing day. Layla wanted to move out and be on her own, but any signs of independence were dismissed immediately by her mother.
But she couldn't always control Layla. She needed to blow off steam! A quick phone call had quickly made her recognize that nobody she regularly hung out with was free at the moment, but Layla wasn't really sure if she wanted to spend time with someone like that anyways. No, she needed to get a little drink--and on her own. About thirty minutes later, Layla was dressed to the nines, slipping on her Louboutins and making her way out of the house, into her car, and to the pub. Having a fake was handy, and even if most people knew who she was, nobody really cared to enforce the law so long as you had legitimate-looking identification, small town or not.
"One appletini please," Layla said as she slid into a seat. She didn't really see anyone familiar, but no matter. She spent her time chatting to the bartender currently working and sipping at her appletini. Occasionally, she texted her best friends, Fiona and Lexie, to see what they were doing, but she was pretty fine just drinking her troubles away. She didn't drink on a constant basis but Layla couldn't shy away from a girly, fruity, pretty cocktail, and alcohol had a certain quality of glamour that she just loved, however shallow she came across. Her drink was soon finished, and Layla was about to order another, when a cosmo was placed right in front of her.
"That guy down there bought it for you," the bartender said, gesturing to a significantly older man down at the other end of the bar. Layla hid her grimace with a nervous smile, and taking that as an invitation, the man came over and sat beside her.
"I couldn't help but notice you're the most attractive woman here," he said as Layla sipped at her drink gingerly. "I hope you don't mind me introducing myself."
Mollified by the compliments, Layla offered him a genuine smile. "No, not at all," she said; not that she would really entertain any ideas of a conversation. But this guy kept talking and talking and once he fished her name out of her (why did she actually say her name?), there was no stopping him. He even had the gall to press a hand on her pretty little thigh, and Layla nearly slapped him--but in an effort to keep control and not get kicked out, she merely shifted and looked for a way to get him off of her.
When someone had slipped into the seat on her other side, Layla immediately put her plan into action. "Baby!" she exclaimed, cutting off her drink provider's story on his childhood in this town; she grabbed the new person's face and gave them a kiss on the corner of their mouth, eyelashes aflutter and desperately to convey that she was doing this just to get someone else off of her. "I've been waiting for you for ages."
And then as if just remembering, Layla turned back to the older man. "Oh, sorry, this is my boyfriend," she said apologetically. "I've been waiting for him all night, so I'm glad you could keep me company until he got here!"